The Sub Male Lead is Burning with Jealousy - Chapter 3 Part 7

“Why not? Aren’t we a couple? Married people do these things together.”

 

 

 

“No, that’s not it! What couples…. I, I’ll really get angry!!”

 

 

 

Anais, with a face flushed red enough to look on the verge of tears, was unbearably cute. Rahil was about to tell her to go ahead and get angry, but hesitated, thinking she might actually get angry.

 

 

 

When their eyes met, she looked back at him with innocent eyes…

 

 

 

‘Ah.’

 

 

 

“Why, why….”

 

 

 

As he held her in his arms, it seemed Anais was also surprised. Her face turned gloomy as she looked down at his lower half, causing Rahil’s face to also flush red.

 

 

 

“Do we continue on the bed? I’m fine with the bathtub also.”

 

 

 

“I’m not doing it!”

 

 

 

“You’re always so grumpy.”

 

 

 

Rahil spoke without a hint of irritation, pressing his lips to Anais’s forehead. He wanted to kiss her lips, but since she wouldn’t allow it, he had no choice. As Rahil moved toward the bathroom, Anais wore a skeptical expression.

 

 

 

“Ah, you’re not going to do it, right?”

 

 

 

“If you dislike it, I have to endure. You’re the only one I want, so I have no choice.”

 

 

 

She stared at Rahil, her eyes wide with confusion about his strange words, but he seemed unaware of what was wrong with what he’d said.

 

 

 

Just making eye contact seemed to make him smile in delight. It was a smile like that of a puppy, adorable if it were to be described as such, causing Anais’s heart to strangely flutter.

 

 

 

‘Has he lost his mind, or was last night really so good?’

 

 

 

While absorbed in his thoughts, Rahil had actually lifted Anais in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. In the Empire, every noble’s house was equipped with plumbing, and it was a given that the imperial palace had water — warm water at that, allowing one to bathe without the need for a maid or servant.

 

 

 

Rahil stepped into the bath with Anais and turned on the water. Although such tasks were usually left to servants, he was by no means unskilled at it.

 

 

 

‘She’s cute from this angle, and cute from that angle as well….’

 

 

 

As Rahil sat on the bottom of the tub with Anais on his lap and looked at her, even her avoidance of eye contact was endearing. Overwhelmed with a warm feeling, he hugged her tightly, and she wriggled as if feeling claustrophobic.

 

 

 

“Why do you keep kissing me?”

 

 

 

It wasn’t a reference to an actual kiss. Rahil had been lightly pressing his lips all over her face.

 

 

 

“Because you keep squirming.”

 

 

 

Even after being called out, Rahil still brought his lips to Anais’s eyelids. She looked at him so intently, making his heart race.

 

 

 

‘Huh?’

 

 

 

Thump, thump, thump…

 

 

 

Rahil’s eyes widened as he became aware of his racing heart. He couldn’t help but wonder why his heart was pounding so fiercely.

 

 

 

‘Could it be because I’m holding a n*ked Anais in my embrace?’

 

 

 

He recalled times when other ladies had attempted seduction in their nakedness, yet his heart had not raced then. Instead, he would have felt a cooling of his mood, possibly even a slowing of his heartbeat. But now, his heart was beating fervently. So aware was he of its rhythm that his face felt heated.

 

 

 

‘Yes, that must be it. It’s a normal response to hold a n*ked woman close and to feel one’s pulse quicken and body warm-up!’

 

 

 

Rahil tried to rationalize his reaction but still sneaked a glance at Anais. Regardless of her intent, Anais appeared nonchalant, simply watching the bathwater rise.

 

 

 

‘She doesn’t seem to be fluttering like I am.’

 

 

 

Thinking this, Rahil felt a petulant urge and reached for Anais’s chest. It was ostensibly to check her pulse, but his hand inadvertently grasped her br*ast.

 

 

 

“Ah!”

 

 

 

Anais’s face, painted with both shock and embarrassment, reddened, and Rahil, delighting in her reaction, playfully kneaded it. Anais, covering her chest with her arms, looked at him reproachfully.

 

 

 

“We agreed not to do this… Mm…”

 

 

 

“What is it that we’re not doing?”

 

 

 

Rahil inquired, kneading Anais’s br*asts with both hands, tormenting the hardened n*pples, which appeared to make her twist in discomfort.

 

 

 

“Don’t try to escape. It’s hardened because of what’s happening.”

 

 

 

“Huh… ah…. That’s because you, Your Majesty, are touching it… Ahh! Please don’t pinch.”

 

 

 

Despite the gentle pinching, Rahil’s desire grew as he watched Anais twitch. He pushed her to the edge of the bathtub, preventing any form of escape, and started groping areas other than her br*asts.

 

 

 

As a hand that had been lightly stroking her lower abdomen made its way to grope between her legs, Anais truly felt threatened.

 

 

 

“Ah, no… not there… oh…”

 

 

 

“I said I won’t go in unless you allow me, I’m just touching because we need to clean you.”

 

 

 

With her back against the bathtub wall, Anais felt trapped. Rahil, meanwhile, was greedily touching her, one hand fondling Anais’s br*asts while the other fearlessly explored between her legs.

 

 

 

“Because I ej*culated a lot inside… It keeps flowing out, it would be troublesome to put in carelessly, so I…”

 

 

 

Thinking about rubbing his c*ck against Anais’s soft thighs or arse, he slowly pushed it against her. Following Rahil’s gaze to his c*ck, Anais panicked as she realized what he intended.

 

 

 

“Y-You want me to touch that?!